I forgot how much it sucked being sick. I may go home tonight and rest there ... just so I don't also get my roommates sick. But there goes any chance I'll be at CALL this year - damn - and I was kind of looking forward to it ...

I found $10 on the ground today, but some odd reason, I felt guilty about it. I looked around to the left, then to the right, then picked up the bill. But why did I do that? Would there be any way I would know if someone had JUST dropped it? No! So why did I feel so shady picking up that $10 bill?

To those of you who are unclear what a man-bag is (see previous discussion), I found a snapshot I took while waiting to board my flight at Incheon airport:

It's a Burberry manbag. Look at the way the "man" has to hold it; just like a woman. Notice also it's unwieldy size: too big just hold your "wallet," yet too small to hold anything of manly value (e.g. laptop).

Speaking of craptops, I figured it was time to show you my craptop, the IBM Stinkpad 600x:

Yes, I am missing both Alt and the Ctrl keys on the right side. The reason I use cardboard is that it hurts just to use the little nubs. While in Korea, due to weird power transformation, the thing would actually shock you if you didn't have the cardboard there. And as I mentioned a long time ago, I also have rearranged my keyboard to serve as a "dummy filter" (reasoning: If someone can't touch-type this day in age, I really don't want them using my compter).

We want paintballing this last weekend:

I'm honestly not sure why I'm holding out the number '5.' I think I thought doing two fingers was gay, three fingers was still too close, and four fingers was ... well I'm not really sure. Sadly, I got only 2 kills during the whole 4 hours we were there. I suck at paintball. But I serve as a great target.

And lastly, a picture from driving back on Highway 54 back to Chapel Hill...

I love Chapel Hill.